...Yeah, that is probably good genetics.

Probably! Okay he's seen enough he'll tell Arthur how he did tomorrow.

Arthur thanks him and waves to Dayo before going back to the lockers.

Dayo's waiting for him outside. "You're good," he accuses.

"I am just naturally athletic!"

"Oh yes I definitely saw that."

"Did you now?"

"I did! It was a very athletic display of athleticism."

"Are you a sport expert now?"

"I'm a something expert for sure."

"When they need something expertise they'll call you right away."

"I hope they do!"

"Anyway, I should have an answer tomorrow."

"But you've also got tryouts for track tomorrow. Are you gonna want to join any other clubs?"

"None particularly caught my attention."

"So you're a sports guy. Good to know."

"Yes, practically a jock. I should look for my blonde cheerleader girlfriend."

"Hot black genderfluid nerdy genderfriend doesn't cut it?"

"Maaaaybe."

"Just maybe?" he pouts.

"I don't make the trope. I think we could make it work if you are some sort of eyeglass wearing artist and then you stumbled and I helped you stand up or something?"

"Alas, no art in my blood."

"Aw, not even a little bit?"

"Nope! I am without art."

"You poor thing!"